Meeting Him

[X23]

(After Disney)

Laura walked out into the snow smelling the fresh air. She was still at the institute. Something was keeping her there but she didn't know what. Looking out into the grounds she placed her hands in her pockets. Laura was wearing a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a tank top. She didn't wear a jacket, wanting to feel the cold.

Laying on a bench she looking up at the sky, a light snow shower started to fall. She barely felt the snow fall on her face, as she stared up at the clouds. Taking a breathe she closed her eyes letting the snow drip from her face. Trying to figure out what she was doing, why she was still there. Memories of her mother laying in the snow motionless popped into her head as she laid there and a tear rolled down her face blending in with the snow drops.

[wolverine]

It was nearing Christmas, and Logan did not enjoy the growing air of festivity around the mansion. He decided to have himself a break and took a walk outside, a lit cigar perched between his teeth. He did not mind the snow that covered the grass below his feet, and continued to walk on through the grounds of the school. He had his rugged jacket on to keep him a little bit warmer, even though the material had thinned over the many years. Blowing out a stream of smoke, Logan glanced skyward at the snowflakes.

[X23]

Smelling the air Laura got a hint of tobacco smoke. Opening her eyes she looked to the side of her seeing someone standing looking up at the sky. "That will kill you" She said not getting a good look of the person but sensing something familiar. Laura swung her legs over the side of the bench sitting up. The snow continued to fall on her and everywhere around her.

[wolverine]

Hearing a voice, Logan hitched an eyebrow slowly. "Don't think so, kid," he replied dismissively, not even looking around at the figure, since he assumed it was some random student.

[X23]

Hearing the voice Laura recognized it from her training sessions back at the facility. Needed to seeing the face to the voice Laura stood up and walked toward the figure. Anger started to show through as she started to see who it was.

[wolverine]

Hearing the figure come closer, Logan wondered what the hell he had done to make her think he was the kind of guy who appreciated company. He turned his head, surveying her with that same hitched eyebrow. His fingers took the cigar from his lips and he exhaled the smoke into the atmosphere slowly. "What?" he asked bluntly.

[X23]

Anger and fury was in her eyes at the moment. She restrained herself from attacking him. "You want to know what" All her life she wondered how she would feel if she had met him, wondered what he would say and now all he said was what. Holding up one of her hands she extended her claws showing him what.

[wolverine]

Logan frowned in confusion. He had no idea who this person was, any memories he might have had of her had been wiped the day be lost all his memories and broke out of the Alkali Lake compound. Hearing her claws extend caused his guard to raise instantly and his eyes hardened noticeably. Without quite meaning to, he had dropped the cigar, and both sets of claws shot out of his forearms.

[X23]

Laura tired to hold herself back but her anger was to much. As his claws came out Laura lunched at him, claws heading for him. She went for his side the snow slowing her down, but only slightly.

[wolverine]

Normally, Logan wouldn't fight against anyone who belonged to the mansion, but it was a different matter entirely when he was being attacked. It was in his instinct to fight back and defend himself, by any means necessary. As soon as she made move to attack and leap for him, his claws in one hand disappeared into his forearm and he roughly grabbed her by the neck of her clothes. He threw her down onto her back heavily in the snow, attempting to pin her under the heavy weight of one adamantium-laced knee against her chest. His other hand held his claws steadily towards her face and his fist did not release the material of her shirt.

[X23]

Laura grunted as she struggled to get free ignoring the claw by her face. Not worried about it hurting her. When she couldn't get free she placed all her weight into her legs bringing one up to hit him in the head. Releasing the claw in her foot she slashed him across his back. Getting free from under him she ripped her shirt facing him she released her claws in her forearms retracting the one in her foot. "Going to have to do better then that" She grunted at him.

[wolverine]

Logan had been intending to subdue her before the fight got heavy, since he wasn't sure how to explain a bloodied battle in the grounds of the school to Xavier. However, his attempts to restrain her had not worked, when she apparently found it in her to fight him. Logan's head was too far away from her legs to receive any impact at such an awkward angle, but the claw from her foot successfully made contact with his back. The break of skin, whilst not troublesome, was enough to piss him off. As she managed to struggle out from under his knee, he growled, barely giving her time to stand to her feet as he slashed at her crouched form with both hands in quick motion.

[X23]

Laura stumbled back in the snow doing a slight back flip out of the range of his claws. She caught herself off balance from the snow and fell backward. Before she was out of reach she caught one of his claws in her stomach. Healing within seconds she was glad it was only a flesh wound. Easier to heal. She felt pain from the wound but not much. Getting to her feet Laura was ready to go another round. "Your the reason I'm like this" She told him, her tone full of anger and rage.

[wolverine]

"Got a bad habit of blamin' things on strangers, have you?" Logan growled as he straightened hulkingly. He flexed the muscles of his back slowly, his wound since healed over. Both hands held his claws ready by his side, and would be used if she found it in her attack him again.

[X23]

Laura grunted her teeth. "They used your DNA to make me, your far from a stranger," She told him circling him. Her hands were still in fits, claws extended. Laura was waiting for an opening. They had made her after he escaped. Wanting a weapon of their own, one that would follow orders, one that killed without compassion. The thing they weren't accounting for was the fact that she did feel compassion for some of her kills. Most of them were nameless faces, but when they put her under the scent she killed people she normally wouldn't kill. Becoming a wild animal. It wouldn't end till they both were dead. Till both weapons were destroyed.